In Love With My Billionaire Husband

Serena Mclane's P.O.V 

"Are you sure you're alright?" I pursue after him.

Entering into his office, I scan my surroundings and am impressed with what I see.

The walls consist of dark wood panels with bookshelves stacked neatly in corners.

The floors are a Slightly lighter colour than the walls but are not too light.

A big mahogany desk is placed in the middle—facing towards the door— with black leather seats which are placed in front of it.

It seems odd having such dark colour schemes but the huge floor to ceiling window contradicts the colours as it lets in streams of sunlight, lighting the room up adequately without any need for artificial lighting.

My gaze directs back to him as he mutters a low curt ‘fine: Only now do I take note of the presence of another man.

The very same one who we just met in the elevator.

He's adorable in a way.

Adorkable, if I dare say.

"I haven't introduced myself"

I say as I place my hand out for him to shake, throwing Damien a pointed look while I do so, "I'm Serena Mclane"

I say smiling.

The guy who doesn't appear to be much older than me, smiles and shakes my hand.

"I'm Max, it's nice to meet you."

"I need the other files I told you about.’’ Damien says loudly as he leans across his desk, rifling through papers.

"Yes sir’ Max immediately gets into action, passing me a smile he fixes his square black glasses, and then rushes down the hall once more.

I'm sure, working for a man like Damien Stryker will make anyone rush around as if the hounds of hell are chasing after them.

And how lucky I am that I'll be having the pleasure of working with him.

"So what should I do?"

I ask, wanting to help.

Damien seems to be busy walking up to one of the panels— not covered by a bookshelf— and then pressing a certain place.

I curiously look around his shoulder only to see a section of the panel slide back and instead reveal a black box.

A safe.

Damien puts his hand on a small screen as it scans his hand and then makes a weird robotic noise, he punches in a passcode, the door to the safe swinging open.

I'm surprised Damien has let me see he has a safe in his office but I mean after all the time we are going to spend together, I'll be bound to know a few things here and there.

takes out

I find myself practically shoved in his chest, way too close, and so I quickly

and that entails a number of things.First

lid

mouth drops open as

of me to wear a ring but it still takes

he said it.Are my ears playing tricks on me or am I really just incredibly daft to not have noticed it before? But I swear,

eyebrows furrow as I glance at him

strong but it is there, probably by the way he pronounced a certain

one goes to a country and spends quite a long time there that they pick up an accent

this? Damien probably

to be the type to go on vacations and

too into his work and other activities to actually

beautiful.But I cant

I find myself saying.

is

rings but I can tell that it's expensive, I mean it

in the light as do the other stones,that surround the main one- the band is either white

clue except that

very attention

"Why not?"

he

family heirloom.You should give

to clarify, seeing his

"But I am.To you."

He tries to explain.

my

people will be expecting you to wear this.You will be my fiance so you have to.This’' Damien

my turn to be confused as I look at him

"Protect me, from what?"

making a few enemies,’ he says

when I am not there to

serious then he

I'll oblige Damien gently grabs my hand, holding it firmly in his, and all the while making eye contact with me, he slips the

goes dry and my face

an intimate gesture had this not been due to a business

sense with such a befogged mind? We both stay silent, and finally he lets my

don't leave his back as he now

mine, I can't

indeed heavy as I had

Max has left,

to where we

as he walks towards his

to act more than as

wondering as if how on earth to do

passing him I sit down on

unamused look but

and so that makes